Harry Potter, the Weasley family, and all associated characters and concepts belong to J.K. Rowling. The song in this fic is from Disney's Peter Pan.

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"Mummy? Where going?"

Molly Weasley smiled at her only daughter. "We're going to London, Ginny dear. Bill's coming home!"

"Oh. Mummy, who's Bill?"

"Bill's your brother." It was no surprise, thought Molly, that Ginny couldn't remember Bill. She wasn't yet three, and he hadn't been home since Christmas. Still, Molly worried. Bill adored his sister, and would be heartbroken that she had once again forgotten him.

"Like Charlie and Percy and Fwed and George and Won?"

"Yes, Ginny dear. But Bill's your biggest brother, he's even bigger than Charlie!"

Ginny's eyes grew large. She couldn't imagine someone who wasn't a grown-up being even bigger than Charlie!

"Now Ginny, there are going to be lots of people in London. I need you to be a good girl and behave."

"With Won?"

"Yes, Ron's coming with us too. We're all going to London!"

Ginny wished she had more eyes so that she could see everything on platform 9 ¾ at once. There were so many people! Ginny wondered which one of them was Bill and how she would know who he was. Mummy and Daddy and Charlie and Percy and Fwed and George and Won were all very excited, so Bill must be someone very special. All around her, people were getting of the train and hugging their parents. But none of them seemed to be Bill. Suddenly she heard a happy voice yell out "Ginny! You've grown so much!" It must be Bill! He had red hair, just like the rest of her brothers. Strong arms picked her up and hugged her.

"Are you Bill?"

"Yes Ginny, I'm your brother Bill!"

"You're nice."

"Well, I'm glad you think so. Ron, you're so big!" Bill tried to pick up his youngest brother while still holding his sister. Not being able to do that, he settled for pulling all his brothers into an enormous Weasley family hug. "Fred, George, Percy! And Charlie! Just think, in September you'll be going back to Hogwarts with me! Mum, Dad, I have so much to tell you! I got good grades in all my classes, especially Defense against the Dark Arts, and I just had the best year ever! And I can't believe how big Ginny and Ron and George and Fred and Percy have gotten!"

Ginny didn't think she had ever seen anyone as happy as Bill. All the way home, he talked about school and how much fun it would be to have Charlie there next year and how big everyone had gotten, especially her. She liked Bill. She wished she could go to school with him.

"Mummy, don't wanna go to bed! Wanna play with Bill!"

"Now Ginny, you can play with Bill in the morning. But you've had a very busy day. You have to go to bed now."

"No."

"Ginny, you have to go to bed."

"NO! WANNA PLAY WITH BILL!" She was on the edge of a full blown tantrum.

"Ginny, quiet!" Molly Weasley took a deep breath. She had to remain calm. Her sons might fear her temper, but having brought all six of them through their toddler years, she knew she was no match for a two year old with a tantrum. She had to do something. "Ginny, if Bill tucks you in will you go to sleep?"

"Yes."

Molly could have cheered. Instead, she said only "I'll get him, Ginny dear" and walked downstairs to the kitchen, where Bill was excitedly telling Charlie how much fun they'd have being together in Gryffindor next year while Percy, Fred, George, and a very sleepy Ron listened in awe. Molly hated to interrupt, but it wouldn't do to keep Ginny waiting. "Bill?"

"Yes Mum?"

"I need your help. Ginny won't go to sleep unless you tuck her in."

"No problem. Charlie, I'll be right back." Bill couldn't help but grin. Ginny wanted him to tuck her in! He adored his sister, but he barely knew her. The one thing he didn't like about Hogwarts, he thought as he walked upstairs, was knowing his brothers and Ginny were growing up without him. He intended to spend as much time as he could with his siblings this summer. He wanted to be sure that next Christmas, when he came home from Hogwarts, Ginny would finally remember him.

He entered Ginny's room. She was sitting up in bed, refusing to go to sleep. She smiled as he walked in. "You're my brother."

"Yes, I am. And you're my favorite sister."

"What's fawrite?

"It means I like you best of all."

"Oh."

"Ginny, are you going to go to sleep now?"

"Sing song."

"You want a song? Let me think of one." Bill looked at his baby sister. No, not a baby. She was almost three. Almost three, and fearless. Bill envied Ginny and Ron. He wondered what it would be like to not grow up being afraid. Bill's first memory was of his mother telling him that if bad people ever came to the house, he was to take Charlie, lock the two of them in the secret cupboard, and not move or make a sound no matter what. He had grown up hearing it. Ginny would not. She would grow up and not be told to hide away. She wouldn't see the clock point to mortal peril. She would never see Mum's boggart.

"Sing song," Ginny repeated, interrupting Bill's thoughts.

"Alright," he said. What to sing? Quite suddenly he thought of a muggle moving picture. Some of the older students at Hogwarts had watched it for Muggle Studies, and Bill had seen a little of it. It was one of those funny stories about what muggles thought magic was. But there had been a song in it that would do for Ginny. He took a deep breath and started to sing in the awkward cracked voice of a teenage boy, neither a child nor a man.

The angel voice that bids you goodnight
Kisses your cheek, whispers, "Sleep tight,"
Your mother and mine,
Your mother and mine.

Mum had always been there for him. And she would always be there for Ginny.

The helping hand that guides you along
Whether you're right, whether you're wrong
Your mother and mine
Your mother and mine

What makes mothers all that they are?

Might as well ask, "What makes a star?"

He looked down. Ginny was asleep. Bill continued singing, as much to himself as to his sister.

Ask your heart to tell you her worth
Your heart will say, "Heaven on Earth."
Another word for divine
Your mother and mine.

Ginny smiled in her sleep. Bill leaned down and gently kissed her. "Sleep, Ginny. May the dark never trouble you." He tiptoed away, thinking of the day she would go to Hogwarts. She would grow up in peace and never know the fears he had known.

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